Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.